Celina Juarez:
We found her.
Bailey Nune:
WHAT?! WHERE?!
John Nolan:
Oh my God. Is she okay??
Angela Lopez:
What happened?!
Aaron Thorsen:
Celina, answer us!!
Celina Juarez:
She was cuffed to a pipe. Some abandoned warehouse near 11th Street.
Nyla Harper:
How bad is she?
Celina Juarez:
Bad. Really bad.
Bailey Nune:
Oh no.
Aaron Thorsen:
How bad, Celina?
Celina Juarez:
She was barely conscious when we got there.
John Nolan:
Damn it.
Celina Juarez:
Bruises everywhere. Dried blood. Hands were shaking. She was ice cold.
Angela Lopez:
No...
Bailey Nune:
Please tell me she was awake.
Celina Juarez:
Barely. She couldn't even lift her head.
Aaron Thorsen:
That's not like her.
Nyla Harper:
They worked her over.
Wade Grey:
Did she say anything?
Celina Juarez:
Just one word.
John Nolan:
What?
Celina Juarez:
Tim.
Angela Lopez:
Of course.
Bailey Nune:
Where is she now??
Celina Juarez:
Tim carried her out. Didn't let go.
Aaron Thorsen:
That tracks.
Celina Juarez:
We got her in the car, and he took off. Straight to the hospital.
John Nolan:
He's not even answering texts.
Celina Juarez:
He won't. He hasn't said a word since we found her.
Bailey Nune:
Is he okay?
Celina Juarez:
No. Not even close. He looks... different.
Angela Lopez:
What do you mean?
Celina Juarez:
Like if someone breathed wrong near him, he'd snap their neck.
Nyla Harper:
Not surprised. He must be barely holding it together.
Aaron Thorsen:
Tim's the calm one. The steady one.
Celina Juarez:
Not tonight. He's pure rage.
Wade Grey:
He needs to focus on Lucy. Everything else can wait.
Bailey Nune:
I'm heading to the hospital now.
John Nolan:
Me too.
Angela Lopez:
All of us.
Celina Juarez:
Meet you there.
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